The Auction by Carrie Anne
For adults only … not to be taken seriously … yada yada yada!
Stewart walked into the sale and smiled at all the figures before him. He picked up the guide and flicked through it, looking at the pictures in the guide and comparing them with the various women and men. Some were trained slaves whose owners had tired of them and were selling them; others were individuals who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. He came to a stop in front of one such girl.
He read the blurb in the guide ... blonde hair, green eyes, hitchhiker, etc. Now she was fully restrained, hands in leather cuffs, arms pulled over her head and affixed to a hook coming down from the ceiling. Instead of a gag, the so-called owner had the girl in a leather harness with a horse bit in her mouth, and blinders secured tightly over her eyes. A spreader bar held her legs open for the hands examining her nether regions. Oddly, her cunt hair was still intact.
Steven saw the man's interest in the girl and opened up his laptop. "Dude, I have movies of her in action if you want to check her out."
Steward nodded and watched the classic home-made movies of a gang bang. "She's not trained is she?" he asked as he watched the girl fight the cock being forced into her mouth.
"Nah, but she has potential, you know?"
Steward nodded towards the girl. "May I?"
"Fuck yea, but you have to use lube. The bitch won't get wet."
He slipped on the latex gloves and started gently touching the girl. "Shhh, shhh," he whispered to you like you would a horse in distress. The girl shivered and shook and bucked as he lightly touched between her legs. "Easy girl. That's it," as his lube covered fingers entered her cunt. Steward slowly finger fucked the girl's cunt before moving his fingers back to her ass.
"ARHHRRGHH," the girl cried out.
Carefully, Steward pushed a second finger in her ass, testing out her tightness. There was no sense in buying a girl whose ass wasn't tight. He nodded at Steven, "Thanks man."
"Sure thing dude. Any interest? Paul was sniffing around her earlier."
Steward said, "Paul? Porno Paul?"
"Yep. Had one of his bitches with him. Guess she was trying to talk him into buying some new meat so she didn't end up in one his movies," Steven laughed.
Steward shook his head and walked off. Holy shit, he thought to himself. How the hell did Paul get credentials to get into this slave auction. The man bought girls to "star" in his snuff movies. He was evil personified! He looked across the floor to another girl he was interested in when he saw Paul heading back this way.
"I think you should get her Sir. Just think how cute she would look with a matching tail in her ass. It could be a whole pony girl theme?" The short redheaded woman was babbling, trying to get her owner interested in some girl, any girl. Bertha had been with Paul for almost a month and she was getting scared. She didn't want to be in his next movie! He had made her watch the last movie he filmed and she had peed on herself.
Paul walked back to the girl, watching more of the free home movies. He chewed on his fingernail as he watched the masked man ass-fuck the crying girl in front of him. "Did you double-fuck any of her holes?" he asked Steven.
Steven laughed. "I would have if I had thought of that."
Paul took the offered gloves and slipped them on. "Why did you leave the cunt hair on?"
"Some men like that natural look. And it was too much trouble to do it myself." Steve laughed nervously and said, "it wasn't like she was gonna do it herself, man."
"Hard to get a good look at that cunt with all that hair," Paul said as he pushed three fingers in her. The girl cried out behind the bit as Paul added a fourth finger and tried to hand fuck her. "Well, she is still good and tight. Well, Bertha, I think you might be right about this one."
Bertha tried not to sigh in relief as she blabbered, "I am so glad you liked her Sir."
As the auction began, Steward was trying to decide what to do. On one hand, the girl would probably be high maintenance. She has no training and was probably a kidnap victim. While Steward was all about having a good sex slave, he wanted someone who knew what they were getting into and had voluntarily submitted to the life. On the other hand, he sure as hell didn't want Paul to his hands on her either. Steward had heard all the rumors about Paul and how he made specialty movies for Europeans.
The men and women were brought out on the stage like paintings one after the other, sold to the highest bidder. Steward watched and waited for the girl to appear. He noticed that Paul purchased three women and a couple of men; the smile on Bertha's face kept getting larger and larger with each purchase.
Then, the last one to be auctioned the girl was led out on a leash to the center of the stage. As she struggled against her bonds, the auctioneer read out data about her--all lies by Steven, no doubt. Then the bidding began. Apparently Steward and Paul were not the only men who saw the girl's potential. As the bids went higher and higher, the bidders started dropping out. Finally, it was only Steward, Paul, and a phone bidder. When the bidding hit $35,000, Steward shook his head and lowered his bid paddle. At $50,000, Paul was out. The girl had gone to the stranger on the phone.
Paul left with his new slaves--two of the girls knew what he did for a living; one was crying out to her former owner for help as she was pushed screaming into the travel kennel. The former owner walked over and said to Paul, “When she is a star for you, let me know. I would love to buy a copy of her movie. She always thought she was a prima donna!”
Paul nodded and laughed. The others were stoic as they were packed for their new owner to take home. Paul was happy because while he didn't get the best of the litter, he would make a lot of money off the cheap girls and guys he had bought. He rubbed his hands in excitement and anticipation.
Steward watched as the girl was sedated and packed in a shipping container. He shook his head and was glad that at least the blonde has escaped Paul and his snuff movies. He walked over to the bar and ordered a stiff drink. It has been a long night and he was still without a fucking slave to suck his cock.
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The next day the truck rolled up to the cute little bungalow, complete with a white picket fence in front and unloaded the crate. The man smiled and made comments about the weather as he instructed the men to unload the crate in his garage. After he lowered the garage door, Steven got his tools out and opened up the crate. He looked down at the woman glaring up at him.
Carefully, he untied her bonds and helped her to sit up. He removed the leather cuffs that were on her wrists and ankles, and unfastened the bit and removed the leather harness. She reached up to hit him, he grabbed her hands.
"You son of a bitch!" she screamed at him. "A fucking snuff movie king??? Do you have any idea how fucking scared I was?"
Steven looked at her and said, "Well, babe, I guess you will think twice about asking for another separate vacation."
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